When I wake up, I see my furry gray and white plush toy cat. A picture appears, a picture of my dad hugging her. He’s smiling as if the picture is coming to life. Zena’s a reserved Siamese cat. My sixteen year old cat is friendly but only to familiar voices. She always runs to me when I get home. White and gray hair lies on the bed she lies on. Hidden underneath the bed, the cats are searching for her. They can smell her scent, but not see her. Two years ago Zena got in trouble. Eyes shut; she was sleeping on the balcony. Turning over, she fell off but landed on the couch. My mom and I ran downstairs and examined her. Her tooth was missing. Walking towards her, my mom tried to grab her but she stayed in the couch. Growling and meowing she wasn’t going to come out. It felt like an eternity just watching my mom push her out! Finally we came up with a better idea. We got a broom, and shoved her out. After that she had to suffer the consequences. Remembering what happened Zena has stayed in her room ever since. Hiding in her room, she’s also scared to come outside. We now have picture frames on top of the balcony and she never gets on top of it. Zena still tries to get on it but she still fails. She’s knocked down one of the picture frames once. She got scared and still managed to not get on. The other cats always look at the balcony with big eyes, watching whenever she falls down. Zena stopped after that. Now we hope everything will be better.
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